"Poof!"

Outside, Sun Yingying's face was pale, her eyes widened, and she stared at the rune on the crystal surface for a long time, and then spit out a mouthful of blood, which happened to spray on the peculiar rune.

"Yingying ......" Sun Miao and Zang Nuo, who were standing beside him, were so panicked that they wanted to heal their wounds.

Rumble!

When Sun Miao's palm was attached to the girl's body, a ray of light suddenly erupted on the surface of her body, shaking it back. This time, Zang Nuo and Sun Miao couldn't help but be surprised.

"What's going on?!" The two looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

In front of Jing, the girl's delicate body sat cross-legged, her body bloomed, reflecting on the crystal surface, and the runes that shone were shining.

"Is this, in self-healing?!" Sun Miao's eyes couldn't help but widen, staring at the shadow wrapped in the glow, his brows furrowed slightly.

Time flickered, and two days passed quietly. The glow outside the girl's body is more intense, and Sun Yingying is more and more sacred......

The spirit pool, the original blood-red pool water, has now faded a little, and one of the figures can be seen suddenly, around the body of the figure, there are black and white qi churning, and they are rushing to absorb the spirit pool energy that is integrated into their bodies.

Bang!

With an explosion, a line of blood appeared at the corner of Yang Yuanhao's mouth, floating in the spirit pool, and the bright red color was extremely dazzling.

The spiritual sea, commonly known as the sea of consciousness, is necessary for any person, if a person has no consciousness, is still a human being? Of course, the spiritual sea is also divided into large and small, strong and weak, and the spiritual sea of mortals is naturally not comparable to that of cultivators. The size of the spiritual sea is also a judge of the strength of a copying master.

In Yang Yuanhao's spiritual sea, there was a figure that had been extremely transparent sitting in it, and the figure held a magic seal in his hand to attract spirits. Absorbing the aura of the outside world, streams of aura hovered over its head, and then merged with the transparent body in an orderly manner. With the integration of a large amount of aura, Yang Yuanhao's damaged spirit body is also recovering.

However, it was a mess inside. The black and white qi mingled and scurried in his body, causing even more damage to the already broken meridians.

"Hmm......" A deep groan came out of Yang Yuanhao's mouth unconsciously, and at this time, Yang Yuanhao's eyes also opened. There was turbidity in his eyes, and his eyes were gloomy without a trace of essence. He instinctively lifted his arm, but he felt that the entire injured body was affected, his face was bitter, he gritted his teeth, endured the pain, pinched the seal, absorbed the energy of the blood pool and integrated it into the dantian, and then turned into a big white hand and probed towards the black and white qi that was churning and intertwined.

"Buzz."

This big white hand is the prototype of the Heaven Tearing Hand, and the black and white qi is left over from the previous demonic nature entering the body, and it has no strong strength for a long time, so when it was caught in the Heaven Tearing Hand, it only struggled for a moment before it was surrendered.

Pinch the seal of the spirit, attract the aura of heaven and earth, purify the demonic nature in the black and white qi, and then melt it into the source of yin and yang in the dantian.

After glancing at the miserable situation in his body, and then at the spirit body of Linghai, Yang Yuanhao couldn't help but smile bitterly, this can be regarded as self-inflicted!

He endured the pain, and his handprints changed rapidly, turning into small whirlpools in every pore on his body, which was difficult to find with the naked eye. His handprint froze, and then changed suddenly, bursts of suction emanating from the countless whirlpools, frantically absorbing the power of the spirit pool.

"Ah......h

The blood-colored qi in the pool of blood burrowed into his body along the whirlpool, leading into his broken meridians. This spiritual pool is transformed by the domineering essence blood of the Heavenly King, and it will not be too soft, not to mention that he can be said to be a half-wasted meridian. So, I couldn't hold back the pain and cried out.

"Damn it......" snorted, Yang Yuanhao mobilized his mind, and his blood and qi swam along the broken meridians, and every time he flowed, Yang Yuanhao's brows wrinkled, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead. However, where the strangeness is, where the blood-colored qi passes, the injured meridians will be strangely repaired by half a point.

Although it was abuse, Yang Yuanhao's heart was amazed, it was worthy of being the essence of a generation of powerful kings, and it was really domineering and strange.

Slowly, time passed quietly, and I don't know how long it took, the feeling of pain gradually weakened, the broken meridians had been slowly connected, and the wounds had been repaired a little, and I believe that it was only time before it was completely recovered.

"Whew."

Exhaling the turbid qi that was stuffed in his chest, Yang Yuanhao did not stop there, but sat up cross-legged, his handprint changed again, his forehead shone brightly, and a vague transparent body appeared. It also sat cross-legged, with the same handprints as Yang Yuanhao's in its small hands.

The aura frantically condensed on the handprints of Yang Yuanhao and his spirits, and they entered the wounded body one by one along the arm, repairing the wounds everywhere on the surface of the body, and the transparency of the spirit body was gradually decreasing. In this forbidden place with abundant aura, cultivation will have the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort.

This made Yang Yuanhao sigh with emotion! As he was in his trance, a black gas rose from his back......

In the top-secret space, a strong black ** shadow, holding a magic knife, his eyes shining red. It roared loudly, and it made people's souls frightened. The magic arm slowly raised, the magic knife fell, and the hand rose and fell......

"No, don't...... No...... Ah......h

"Huhuhu, this is ......" took a few breaths and calmed down, Sun Yingying's beautiful eyes swept around, and found that this was her extremely familiar environment, her boudoir.

In the hall outside the door, a blue old figure walked back and forth, fidgeting, looking at that face, it was Sun Miao, the Venerable of the Wind. At this time, he no longer had the majesty unique to a generation of Venerables, and he was just an old man who was worried about his granddaughter.

"Oops! Can you take a break? I was dizzy when I turned. Next to him, Zang Nuo was wearing a white shirt, sitting in front of Jing, and complained.

"Alas! I don't know how Yingying is? How can you put my mind at ease. Sun Miao's eyes looked to the right side of the temple from time to time, where there was a room.

"Don't ...... Ah......h

Suddenly, a scream came from the room, Sun Miao and Zang Nuo glanced at each other, and their feet swept into the room.

"Yingying, are you okay?" Seeing the girl's pale face, Sun Miao's eyes were full of softness.

"Grandpa, I'm fine!" Seeing the old man with bloodshot eyes and a worried face, the tip of Sun Yingying's nose was sour.

"Yingying, do you feel unwell?" Zang Nuo asked worriedly.

"I'm fine! Grandfather. Seeing these two old men, Sun Yingying felt extremely happy in her heart. By the way, grandpa, what's wrong with me? ”

"Just now when you were feeling that sigil, all of a sudden, I fainted inexplicably." Sun Miao helped her granddaughter up and said softly.

"Sigils?!" Suddenly, Sun Yingying seemed to think of something, regardless of the doubts of the two old men, and sat cross-legged.

Suddenly, the girl's eyes opened, and her face was full of joy.

"Found it."

"Huh?! What was found? When Venerable Feng heard this, the second monk couldn't figure it out.

"Is it something that you have felt?" Zang Nuo said.

"Well, what I perceived in the sigil is an ancient scroll." The girl smiled, and in an instant, the heavens and the earth lit up.

"Ancient scriptures?!" Sun Miao was still puzzled.

"It's a scroll tailored for the copying master, it seems to be called the Linghai Sutra."

"Linghai Sutra?! Could it be ......" Sun Miao and Zang Nuo glanced at each other, and they both remembered what was recorded in the ancient scrolls, and their hearts were shocked.

Linghai Sutra, created by a mysterious woman in ancient times, no one knows her name, only rumored to be a copying master, and it is the highest level, the holy level. She was listed as one of the top ten powerhouses in the world at that time. Arino history records that before, he had been unknown, and in the ancient war, he was born out of thin air, defeated the enemy everywhere, and finally saved the nine masters at that time, and his strength was compelling, forcing the villain to withdraw at that time. Since then, this mysterious woman has disappeared inexplicably, causing countless suspicions.

This sutra was created by this woman who was a copyist in the world. It's just that, since the birth of this scripture, no one can feast their eyes except for this mysterious woman. Because, this scripture has extremely strict requirements for the soul of the primordial soul, even if it is a generation of copying masters at that time, all parties are peerless, and they are powerless, if they are forcibly snooped, then they will be ruined and killed. Therefore, it is included in the law of taboos. Its contents have been a mystery since ancient times, and then it was forcibly considered a waste book, and since ancient times, it has been lost. However, there is a party that has been known to the generations of heroes who know that this scripture is a treasure and has been looking for it.

Now, hearing that his granddaughter has realized this scripture, how can Sun Miao's heart be calm? This not only shows that Sun Yingying has a great opportunity, but also shows that she has met the conditions of the Linghai Sutra, and her talent is amazing!

Looking at Sun Miao and Zang Nuo, who were full of ecstasy, Sun Yingying fell into deep thought, who is that Qianying? Why, I have the same face as me??!

Lingchi, Yang Yuanhao didn't sense the black qi rising behind him at all.

Yang Yuanhao said that his mind probed into the internal organs, where there was a small air flow swimming along the small meridians of the five internal organs, which looked extremely gloomy.

"This time, it hurt the origin."

That gloomy air flow was Yang Yuanhao's origin qi.

The source qi is the root of all living beings, and it is innate, unlike the yin and yang source of the dantian, which is acquired. Primordial Qi is like a spark, the fire of life of a living being. It can be said to be the life of a human being, which cannot be grown by the qi of heaven and earth in the outside world, and it is related to the vitality of a living being. Its power is limited, and if it waits until the Origin Qi is exhausted, the life of this creature has come to an end.

The original source is injured, and it cannot be recovered without a peerless package of medicines.

Rumble!

While thinking about it, a black light burrowed into Yang Yuanhao's spiritual sea, and he was startled, and his spirit body returned in panic.

The black light entered the spiritual sea and turned into a demon dragon, and slowly another demon shadow condensed on top of the demon dragon.

Heavenly Demon Together!

Looking at the transfiguration appearance, Yang Yuanhao remembered the trick Wang Lun had used before.

"Could it be that this is the soul of the Demon Dragon Spear? But how did it end up here? He frowned slightly, and as soon as he raised his palm, the scattered spiritual energy in the spiritual sea condensed and turned into a giant hand. He reached forward with his palm, and the giant hand grabbed it.

The demon dragon groaned, and a sound wave shook the giant hand away.

Seeing this, Yang Yuanhao did not slack off, his palms were crystal clear, and his palms were pinched together, and a huge white hand appeared above his head.

Tear the heavens!

On the other side, the demon dragon changed for a while, and finally turned into a spear and was held by the demon shadow in his hand. The Demon Shadow swung the dragon spear, the tip of the spear pointed directly, and a stream of black gas condensed into a pitch-black drill bit at the head of the spear.

Heavenly Demon Zha!

After the Lingchi battle platform, the two collided fiercely again.

Rumble!

The Heaven Tearing Hand and the Heavenly Demon Zha met, and there was no last offset, but a stalemate. The white giant hand tightly grasped the rapidly rotating pitch-black drill bit, and rolled up the remnant clouds in this spiritual sea.

"Hmph." Yang Yuanhao snorted, and all seven orifices were bleeding. After all, it was his spiritual sea, and the power generated by the battle must have been him.

Yang Yuanhao's real body pinched a magic seal that had never been used, and when this magic seal was pinched, Yang Yuanhao's tiger mouth suddenly cracked, blood burst out, and blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth.

In the sea of spirits, Yang Yuanhao's spirit body is also bearing this magic seal, and the aura is like a trend, gathering on the top of his head in pieces, and it is even a little sticky. His fingers fluctuated rapidly, and the viscous aura gradually gathered, and finally turned into a white giant hand holding a white square seal.

Tear the Seal of the Sky!

This is what Yang Yuanhao inadvertently discovered that the Heaven Tearing Hand has an inexplicable relationship with Yuan Lingdu, and he has been studying it. When fighting Wang Lun, he just had nothing to show for himself and bluffed him. Now, he has condensed it thoroughly.

"Poof." Tearing the heavenly seal condensed, Yang Yuanhao spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face was pale.

Although he is now condensing the Heaven Seal, he still has a great backlash, after all, this is a creation method, not the scope of his current strength.

The palm of the heaven-tearing hand exerted force, and the demon shadow lifted the demon dragon spear and stabbed suddenly.

"Bang."

There was an explosion, and the entire spiritual sea was filled with smoke. The aura flew around.

"Hmph." Blood flowed all over Yang Yuanhao's cheeks, and even the placket of his clothes was a little dripping. Even some drops of blood dripped into the spirit pool, causing a ripple.

"Tear the seal of the sky! Shoot me. Yang Yuanhao shouted, and smashed it with his big white hand holding Fang Yin.

"Tong."

The Demon Shadow raised the dragon spear and took it in a panic, but how could the power of the combination of the two Yuan Techniques that were not of the lowest level be weak?

The Sky Tearing Seal continued to fall, and the Demon Shadow's body slowly lowered.

"Hmph."

A muffled snort came from the Shadow's mouth, and the black mist of his body became a little darker. However, in the gloom, there was some strange light looming.

Yang Yuanhao's gaze froze, and his figure disappeared in a flash, and then appeared behind the Demon Shadow, and he smashed his fists into the back of the Demon Shadow's heart with vitality. Rumble!

The demon shadow's body was shocked, his arm was instantly weak, and the tearing of the heavenly seal also fell in response.

Seeing the smashed split demonic qi, Yang Yuanhao snorted coldly, and when he was breathing a sigh of relief, a sharp fist wind fluctuated behind him, he turned his head violently, and a fist condensed by black qi smashed head-on. He was startled and crossed his arms.

"Tong."

When the black fist hit, Yang Yuanhao's arm was a little illusory, and the real arm of the outside world was numb.

"Hahahaha......" A wild laugh came from all directions of the spiritual sea.

The originally scattered pitch-black demonic qi flew towards a place, on Yang Yuanhao's right hand, a red light flashed, and a dark red figure suddenly appeared, this dark red figure carried his hands behind his back, and he couldn't see his face clearly, only his eyes were blood-red, and there were two horns on the top of his head, which looked strange.

When this figure appeared, Yang Yuanhao's eyes lit up, because he sensed a palpitating power on his body, which was unfathomable.

"Who are you?" Yang Yuanhao's body was tense, and the aura surrounded his body, raising his breath to the extreme.

The dark red figure didn't say anything, but looked at Yang Yuanhao playfully, as if he was staring at a prey that had already arrived.

"Hmph."

With a cold snort, Yang Yuanhao disappeared again.

The figure smiled playfully, turning its blade into its own right and slashing towards its right.

"Bang."

Yang Yuanhao was shocked, and his body was shocked and retreated. I was surprised in my heart, and I felt it so strongly.

"Roar."

The dark red shadow suddenly turned around and roared at Yang Yuanhao, the roar of the spiritual sea trembled, and the aura was chaotic, like the roar of the demon king who jumped out of hell. Suddenly, Yang Yuanhao was in a trance, his eyes were empty, he hurriedly stabilized his mind, this roar actually had the power to absorb his heart. Slowly, Yang Yuanhao came back to his senses, but in front of him was a flying fist.

"Poof."

With one punch, Yang Yuanhao was blasted out of several meters, his body was gloomy, and blood spurted out from the outside world.

Yang Yuanhao smiled bitterly in his heart, this has not been killed by others, but he died of blood loss first.

"Who the hell is this guy? Why is it in my spiritual sea? His strength had reached at least the fifth rank of the Venerable Body Realm. ”

pondered in his heart, but he couldn't do anything in the face of this figure, and when he suppressed the Demon Dragon Spear, he had exhausted the spiritual energy by casting the Heaven Tearing Seal, and his vitality could not be as strong as the spiritual sea. What's more, he is still injured today. Thinking of this, Yang Yuanhao frowned.

The dark red shadow smiled cruelly, and turned into a spear in his hand, which was the Demon Dragon Spear, and threw it mercilessly at Yang Yuanhao's head. Yang Yuanhao was shocked, and his heart was ruthless, it's a big deal that I blew up this spiritual sea, and then I will rebuild it. Thinking about it, there was a flash of inspiration between his eyebrows, and blood stains flowed out.

The Demon Dragon Spear was about to be stabbed at hand, and Yang Yuanhao's spirit body was also turned red.

"Buzz."

At this moment, a golden light flew out of Yang Yuanhao's body, and then stuck to his back, and the strange power traveled all over his body.

"Ah......h

"No...... Don't ......" In the spiritual sea, the dark red shadow slowly dissolved under the golden light.

Looking at this scene, Yang Yuanhao was stunned, what the hell is going on?

Behind him, a corner of the trapped beast pattern was missing, and a line of the beast pattern stretched out. The golden light flashed so well that it stuck to the gap, shaking the outstretched lines back vividly, and the eyes of the beast pattern flashed with a light, and it was fleeting.